Jurassic Park Ⅱ: The Lost World

Fanfiction by Gojizilla1954

"What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the world." - Albert Einstein.

"Deep in the chaotic regime, slight changes in structure almost always cause vast changes in behavior. Complex controllable behavior seems precluded." - Stuart Kauffman.

"Sequelae are inherently unpredictable." - Ian Malcolm.


Prologue: Something Has Survived

Isla Nublar, 120 miles West of Costa Rica, 1994

Fires raged through the tropical jungle, devouring the trees and underbrush. Men covered in protective gear marched through the forest, sweeping their flamethrowers side to side as devastation followed in their wake. Typically, such wanton destruction of what was technically a wildlife preserve was highly illegal. However, this was a special case. A very special case.

Dr. Henry Wu watched from his position against the steel grey truck as the soldiers carved their way through the jungles of Isla Nublar, an island about 120 miles west of Costa Rica. This was a small, obscure island. Though it existed on maps, not many knew of its existence. This had made the island perfect for the top-secret dream of a man named John Hammond. A dream many considered impossible. But a dream, thanks to the efforts of scientists such as Wu himself and the power of biotechnology, came to fruition.

The dream of bringing back dinosaurs from extinction.

John Hammond, founder and CEO of International Genetic Technologies, had dreamed of building a theme park that allowed children from across the world to view living, breathing dinosaurs. Though it may seem crazy, Wu knew better than anyone that this became a reality. With advanced cloning technology and an ample supply of amber, Dr. Wu and his scientists were able to clone real-life dinosaurs. Within five years, they had been able to create entire herds of them. A whole variety of dinosaur species, each contained in their own paddock, ready and waiting to be presented to the world.

Presented from the small theme park known as Jurassic Park.

This dream, as insane as it had seemed, had almost come to fruition. The dinosaurs had been cloned, the paddocks and facilities had been built, and the main ride was ready. But, in the end, 'almost' is just a polite way of saying 'not close enough'. On a fateful night in June of 1993, mere months before the park's opening, the power had mysteriously gone out, and the dinosaurs had broken free. Needless to say, the park was quickly deemed a failure. About a dozen people had been killed or injured, and the island had to be abandoned.

It had been a year since then, and now Wu was witnessing that island's very destruction. The Costa Rican government had demanded that all evidence of Jurassic Park be destroyed. After all, much of the country's income came from tourism, and the government couldn't allow anything that threatened that industry. So InGen was forced to put together a team to head to the island, destroy what they could, and leave before a few American bombers would finish off what was left.

Wu glanced down at his hands where, as he had pondered the situation, we twirled a small object between his fingers. The object wasn't anything personal to him, nor anyone near him. Wu had simply found it in the jungle as the team burned the vegetation away. But while this object may have no monetary value, it was still of great concern to Wu.

For this object happened to be a piece of an eggshell.

Typically, such a find would not be very important. In fact, Wu considered, or at least hoped, that this was still true. But there was a specific reason why Wu was back on the island, and why it had taken him over a year to do so. Wu wasn't stupid. He knew that these dinosaurs were dangerous creatures, and would have chaotic effects on society and the environment if they were to escape the island and get to the mainland. The 120 miles of open ocean helped with this problem, but it was most certainly not enough. So, Wu had to get creative.

Wu had created two safety nets designed to keep dinosaurs from surviving anywhere other than in Jurassic Park. Foolproof methods built into the dinosaur's genetic code. The first was what Wu called the Lysine Contingency. This was a genetic alteration to the dinosaur's genetic code which removed their ability to produce lysine, an amino acid that is essential for building protein. To survive, the dinosaurs had to be fed lysine supplements with their meals. Without those supplements, the dinosaurs couldn't survive for longer than a week.

Well, almost impossible. There was one theoretical way in which the dinosaurs could get their lysine without eating the supplements. That was, of course, by breeding. While the original dinosaurs would die no matter what, if they were able to breed, there was a chance that their offspring could be born with the ability to produce lysine. It was only theoretical, but Wu would rather be safe than sorry. Fortunately, he had a solution for this too.

Wu had cleverly come up with the idea to have all the dinosaurs cloned to be one gender. It was quite simple, really. All invertebrates are inherently female, including humans. All it took was to prevent the hormone that made the animal male from being introduced. In this way, all of the dinosaurs were born female, making it impossible for them to breed. There were no unauthorized breedings in Jurassic Park, and no chance for lysine to be naturally produced in dinosaurs.

At least, that's what Wu had thought.

Whether the eggshell Wu held in his hand was from a bird or not, the things he had seen were undeniable. After everything he had done to make the dinosaurs totally dependent on them, he had failed.

Wu suddenly found himself remembering the words of Dr. Ian Malcolm, who had been a witness to the failure of Jurassic Park. He had always held their work in a negative light, preaching about the dangers of biotechnology and how Jurassic Park was doomed to fail. Well, obviously, that last part was truer than anyone had thought at the time. But it was something in particular that was sticking with Wu. Something Malcolm had said when Wu had mentioned how he had kept the dinosaurs from breeding. Something else that turned out to be equally as true.

"Life finds a way."

It seemed Malcolm had been right. Though Wu and the team had arrived at the island via ship, they had passed through a large, open field near a lake on the way to the visitor center. As they did so, the undeniable evidence had hit Wu like a brick. Life had indeed found a way.

The dinosaurs had survived.

How this was possible, Wu was still trying to wrap his head around. Dr. Alan Grant, one of the paleontologists who had both been brought to the island and who had survived, had warned Wu that the amphibian DNA in his dinosaurs gave the dinosaurs the ability to change their genders, enabling them to breed. Wu had doubted this to be true, but at the moment, it was the only theory that seemed to make sense. And even if it didn't, how else could a herd of Parasaurs and a flock of Gallimimus be living on the island over a year after their supply of lysine had been cut off?

Wu just hoped that none of the predators had survived. He had been fortunate enough to escape Jurassic Park before it broke down. But, from the stories he had heard, he was not eager to stay on the island for much longer.

Fortunately, at that moment, a mercenary wielding a flamethrower walked up to him. Pulling off his mask, the mercenary said gruffly, "The airstrike is coming in soon. We've got to pull out now."

Wu nodded in understanding. "I'll wait in the truck."

The mercenary nodded, pulling his mask back on and walking off to collect his comrades, leaving Wu by himself once more.

Wu looked down at the eggshell in his hand. Was he really holding a dinosaur egg? Or was it just from a bird or a simple lizard? Wu sighed and leisurely tossed it away, watching it briefly twirl through the air before disappearing amongst the shriveling brush and ash-covered ground.

Whether it was a dinosaur egg or not didn't matter - whether the dinosaurs could breed or not didn't matter. Not anymore. A squadron of American bombers would be flying in soon, and the destruction they will bring would effectively render the dinosaurs extinct once more.

Wu turned around, preparing to enter the truck. But before he did so, he looked up once more at the looming structure that was once the visitor center. A storm of flames was currently eating away at the structure from the inside out. The building was the first target of the mercenaries, for though the bombers would do their job, nothing of Jurassic Park was allowed to survive, especially the center of it all. Call it overkill, but it would also make sure that no evidence of Jurassic Park and InGen's involvement would remain.

But even so, Wu felt almost melancholy as he watched the building burn. This had been the origin of Wu's greatest work. His greatest achievement. An achievement that he could never show off to the world. An achievement that would be erased off of the face of the Earth in twenty to thirty minutes. Wu, when he had created the first real-life dinosaur in sixty-five million years, had felt great hope for his creation. Hope for his achievement and the prestige that would come with it. But that hope was long gone, and that achievement would be as dead as its ancestors sixty-five million years ago.

Wu sighed, opening the door and entering the truck. What was ahead for him now, Wu did not know. Wu would probably still work for InGen, or at least in the genetic business, but Wu doubted he would ever get the chance to create dinosaurs again.

But as Wu sat there, staring out into the burning jungle, a question suddenly popped into his mind. Something Wu was surprised he hadn't considered until now. A strange thought that was as foreboding as it was oddly hopeful.

What of Site B?


Isla Sorna, 87 miles Southwest of Isla Nublar, 1997

The palm trees swayed in the rigid Pacific breeze. Waves crashed against the rocky cliffs of the tropical island with heavy thuds and the sky was made ominous by the thin layer of gloomy gray clouds that stretched across it. Fortunately, none of this mattered to Mr. Michael Bowman. Though the sky could certainly be cheerier, he was simply glad for two things: the small sandy beachhead squeezed between two looming cliffs, and its complete lack of people.

Well, the servants and maids were walking about, carrying around small sandwiches and glasses of wine on their thin, silver platters. But they were silent. If Mike Bowman could just relax and enjoy his luxurious vacation, he could easily ignore them. They would be present; nothing more, nothing less. Mr. Bowman was looking forward to such an opportunity. To lay in his comfortable lawn chair on the beach of some deserted island in the South Pacific, with servants and maids delivering food and offering drinks. He didn't even mind that the sun wasn't out. In fact, this was a delight. The Pacific air was already so despairingly humid. Without the layer of clouds and steady winds, even an island without the obnoxious presence of strangers would not have appeared enticing. The only thing standing in the way of Mr. Bowman and relaxation was whether or not he could attain it.

Unfortunately, this was made a bit more difficult with his wife's incessant worrying.

As Mr. Bowman lay on his lawn chair, trying to read a newspaper, Mrs. Bowman, a woman named Ellen, was hovering over their eight-year-old daughter, Christina.

"You'll ruin your appetite, darling," Ellen said, following the little girl as she began walking down the beach with a sandwich in hand. "We're having prawns, you're favorite."

"I don't like prawns," Christina retorted matter-of-factly.

"But -" As Christina began to move further down the beach, Mike could sense the anxiety emanating from his wife. "Darling, don't wander off," Ellen demanded.

As Ellen continued to obsess over their daughter, Mike's patience began to run thinner. Micheal's wife worried too much. She seemed to expect disaster to strike wherever they went. Mike loved his wife. He truly did. But sometimes she was too anxious. And right now, that anxiety was getting in the way of his relaxation.

"For God's sake, leave her alone, Ellen," Mike said, briefly looking up from his newspaper.

Ellen seemed to ignore him, but she and Christina were steadily moving further down the beach, their voices growing dimmer. Perhaps, if they went far enough away, Mike would be able to tune them out entirely.

"Sweetheart, we'll play with your ball," Ellen offered.

"Mother, don't be so annoying," Christina shot back.

It was then that Ellen's words finally stopped. Mike's back was to them so he couldn't have been sure. Perhaps the sound of the crashing waves simply deadened their noise. But, just when Mike thought he might get some peace and quiet, he heard a pattern of footsteps crunching on the sand.

"Darling," Ellen said to Mike worriedly, appearing at his side, "what about snakes?"

Mike sighed. Ellen's greatest fear, besides Christina getting so much as a paper cut, would be snakes. She absolutely hated snakes. She had cut a trip to the zoo short once because of them. Mike immediately guessed her worries when Ellen mentioned them.

Mike sighed. "There aren't any snakes on the beach," he said gruffly. "Just let her enjoy herself, for once."

"But -"

Before Ellen could continue with her anxious worries, Mike cut in. "Darling, there aren't any snakes on the beach, trust me. They're cold-blooded. They can't control their body temperature. If they go out on that beach they will be scorched for sure."

"But what about Tina?" Ellen asked, referring to their daughter's nickname.

Mike sighed. "Tina isn't a snake, darling."

With that, Ellen finally released a defeated sigh, calling over a servant, asking for a drink.


Tina hummed and skipped as she made her way down the sandy beach, sandwich held firmly in hand. It was good to get away from mother, not because Tina didn't love her, but because she tended to hover too much. She was always worried for her safety, which Tina guessed wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but she was happy for the alone time nonetheless.

She gradually made her way further and further from her parents and the servants, eventually rounding a corner and disappearing from their view. However, Tina ignored this fact. She was far too interested in what sort of animals she would find on her little adventure. Tina had always been fascinated by animals, especially ones not normally found in her backyard. She would often imagine herself scouring the jungles of some distant land, discovering new and amazing creatures.

Now it seemed that fantasy was becoming a reality. For Tina was now on an island in the middle of the ocean, with a jungle that could be hiding all sorts of creatures. And Tina couldn't be more excited to meet them.

Eventually, Tina came upon a small opening in the wall of trees, a window to a grassy plain that seemed to stretch out up to the base of the mountain beyond. Tina began to head towards the opening, skipping a little as she did so. Tina knew that it would be a bad idea to stray too far from her parents. But she also wanted to live out that adventurous fantasy. Tina wouldn't go too far, but she wouldn't turn back now.

But just as Tina was about to head deeper into the island, a bush suddenly rustled to her right, and a loud chirp filled the air. Tina stopped, her curiosity peaked by the sudden noise, and she turned to face the bush. The bush was dark, covered in the shadow of several trees towering above it, but it was far from motionless. The bush continued to shake and shiver for several seconds, with those odd guttural squeaks and chirps echoing from within.

But then, with another squeak, the bush shuddered once more before a green blur jumped out at her. Tina looked down and there, about a foot away from her, was a little green creature.

Tina took a step back in surprise but was quickly overwhelmed with curiosity and interest in the thing that had just jumped out at her. It was quite small, probably only about a foot tall, and colored a green similar to the surrounding underbrush. It had a long, curved neck, a long, stiff tail, and a small, pointed head. It was definitely some sort of lizard, though one Tina had never seen before, not even in her books. Though it had scales, it seemed more like a bird. Its head bobbed up and down like a bird, and it even had the three toes of one. Though at the same time, it also lacked feathers, and instead of wings, it had two long arms with little three-fingered hands.

"Well, hello there," Tina said to the creature. The animal took a small step forward, its head tilting as it inspected her with the same level of curiosity as she inspected it. It continued to make an assortment of chirps and squeaks, almost as if it were replying.

Tina got down onto her knees, making sure to keep the sand out of her dress, as she continued to study the small animal. "What are you," she asked herself, "some sort of bird, or something?"

The creature suddenly jumped towards her, landed right in front of her. Tina could easily reach out and try to pet the curious creature, but then another idea entered her mind. The creature was chittering and peeping as usual, but it seemed to have something else on its mind. It began to shift its focus between Tina and the sandwich she held in her hand.

Pulling off a piece of roast beef from her sandwich, Tina began to lean forward towards the creature. "Are you hungry?" Tina asked, slowly extending her fingers towards the animal, a small slice of beef dangling from between them. "Take a bite," she offered. "It's roast beef. It's good."

The creature continued to look between her and the slice of beef in her hand, clearly wanting the beef but seemingly scared that she would try to grab it. Well, Tina would just have to not do that. She would just have to wait for the animal to trust her before she could try to pet it.

"Come on," she said, "I won't hurt you."

Then, with a final glance at her, the creature's small head lurched forward, snatching the piece of beef from her fingers. Tina smiled as she sat back, watching as the animal eagerly devoured the small slice of meat.

That was when another idea entered into Tina's mind. Perhaps mother and father would take an interest in this. Mother would probably worry about her being so close to this, but Tina couldn't allow herself to go on without showing her parents this amazing creature she found.

Looking back towards where she had left her parents, Tina yelled, "Mummy! Daddy! You've got to come see this! I found something!" Oddly enough, as Tina called for her parents, she could still hear the peeps and squeaks of the animal. Tina thought that her voice would have blocked out its sound, but this wasn't the case. In fact, the opposite happened. The chirps got louder.

When Tina turned back to face the animal, she quickly found out why.

Within the few mere seconds, it had taken Tina to call for her parents, the number of animals had drastically changed. From when there had been one, there were now half a dozen of them, all jumping around as they studied Tina. What's more, Tina saw even more of them coming out of the bushes and the tall grass of the plain beyond. Soon, the half dozen animals grew to eight, then to a dozen. Within a matter of seconds, there was a whole flock of animals, jumping around at Tina's legs.

And they weren't making the same cute chirps that the first one had been making. Now the animals were starting to make other sounds. Among the excited squeaks and eager peeps were now harsh squawks and low growls. Hisses, and even snarls.

Suddenly, Tina wasn't feeling so comfortable with these animals anymore.

Tina scrambled to her feet as the animals began to leap at her. She suddenly found herself surrounded by the creatures, each one milling around her legs like excited dogs.

Excited dogs waiting for food.


As one of the servants set a plate of delicious-looking lamb-chops onto a small table, Ellen paced back and forth, her head swinging back and forth as she searched the area.

Searching for her daughter.

It was time for lunch. Food had been served.


"Are you looking at this?" Tina said nervously as she tried to back away from the flock of creatures milling around her feet. She held the sandwich aloft in her hand, though it didn't appear as enticing as before. The animals, however, seemed ecstatic.

"I'm afraid there isn't enough to go around," she said shyly, holding her arms higher. The animals didn't seem to care, however. They were getting braver, rushing back and forth, skittering between her legs, and even brushing against her feet. One animal suddenly leaped at her and was astonishingly able to jump up to Tina's chest. Tina stumbled away, letting out a small screech, throwing the sandwich to the sandy ground in a desperate attempt to divert attention away from herself.

Half of the flock, thankfully, took the bait. But to Tina's surprise, and her horror, the other half didn't.

The other half went for her.


Michael Bowman lay in his lawn chair, relaxed as he could be, reading his newspaper. He was waiting patiently for Tina to come back and join them for lunch, he didn't mind the extra few minutes of reading while he waited. His wife, of course, was starting to get worried, pacing back and forth as she called their daughter's name.

But agitation was suddenly and forcibly thrown out the window when, from somewhere down the beach, a scream pierced the air.

The scream of their daughter.


Servants, maids, husband, and wife alike charged down the beach with reckless abandon, yelling Tina's name as they followed her panicked cries. They quickly found the small opening Tina had ventured into. They found her on the ground, writhing in pain as she screamed, her body covered by the horde or bird-like reptiles.

The sight alone was enough to make Mrs. Ellen Bowman release a blood-curdling scream.


A/N - Hello ladies and gentlemen. I am Gojizilla1954 and I welcome you to my first Jurassic Park fanfiction: Jurassic Park Ⅱ: Lost World. As you can probably guess, this will serve as a revision of The Lost World: Jurassic Park. Personally, I did enjoy the actual movie, and though this will be a revision some things will remain the same. This story shall mark the beginning of a new series I plan to complete. A revision of the Jurassic Park franchise. Excluding the original (of course), I plan to write a revision of the Jurassic Park series, as well as possibly writing my own Jurassic Park 4. As for Lost World, you can probably already guess one of the major changes to the actual movie, and you may find a few of the movie's scenes left intact (for example, the scene you had just read). But I assure you that I will be implementing a few other changes to make this story interesting. With that said, there are a few things I need to address. Firstly, this is fanfiction. All properties in this story are not mine, and I am not making a single cent off of this. Secondly, while this story is going to have a T rating (since rated M is filtered out by default), I am going to get a bit... risky when it comes to the death scenes. I am a big fan of Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park. In fact, though a bit cliche, I liked the book more than the movie. But the point is, besides probably making a few references and homages here and there, I might get close to the same level of detail in this story's death scenes as Michael Crichton used in his. Thus, viewer discretion is advised. Well, with that out of the way, check out my bio for information about myself, my schedule, and the other stories I am working on. I accept all criticism as long as they are helpful, and if you have suggestions, while I can't promise to use them, I will be all ears. I hope you guys enjoy Jurassic Park Ⅱ: Lost World, and I will see you later.